One Swinging Summer (17 page)

He played with and tweaked one hard nipple under my t-shirt while his right hand slid down my stomach and under the fabric of my panties. I was already wet, and his fingers slid immediately inside me. "Oh, fuck yeah," he moaned against my mouth, while one hand kept pressing and pulling and squeezing my naked breast and his other was rubbing and sliding in and out of me. He used the hand that was exploring my slick, wet lips to also press my ass against his hardness. In animal instinct I pressed my ass against him, tilting it toward him in invitation, and wiggling my panty clad bottom against the hard rock of his cock.

His left hand left my breast and unzipped his shorts, leaving his waistband fastened. I felt him pull himself out of the hole his undone zipper had opened, and his hand left his own cock to pull my panties aside. He bent his knees to get under me, and the head of his hard, throbbing cock pressed against me, demanding entry. I spread my legs apart to welcome him. As he straightened his legs again, he slid inside me, filling me with his warmth and hardness.

"Oh, shit, that feels so good." It came out of me guttural, like a groan. The fingers of his right hand were still sliding in and out of the wetness of my lips, hand shoved down deep into my panties, grazing my clit with each pass. He returned his left hand to my breasts. My hips arched back toward him, allowing easier entry to his cock. I rocked against him, my ass pressing backward into him and rocking forward again for my clit to rub against his fingers. I came against his fingers, wet and loud. He bent me over onto the passenger seat, spread my feet apart even more with his foot, grabbed my hips with both hands and rode me hard. His right hand left my hip every now and then to smack my ass. I could feel my ass sting and vibrate with each loud smack, and I could imagine a fiery red hand print starting to show.

"Oh yeah, baby, fuck me. Fuck me on the side of the road. Spank me again, oh yeah, again. Spank that ass."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he said over and over, driving harder and harder into me. I could hear him smacking into me with every stroke.

"Shit, someone is coming." I heard him say.

"Yeah, you baby."

"No, seriously, a car," he said. "But I can't stop, oh fuck, I can't stop now."

I lifted my head up, watching over the seat and out the driver's side window as a car passed slowly. Caleb kept pounding into me as the car passed. I giggled, "That was close, baby. Come on, come for me."

I heard his release, loud and primal, and felt his fingers digging into my hips as I saw the car that had passed back up.

"Oh, shit, oh shit, he's backing up." I yelled to Caleb.

He quickly pulled out of me as I watched in shock as the car stopped, parked, and a man started to get out. I was done watching, and I ducked back down, not wanting to see the man's face, and certainly not wanting him to see mine.

I jumped into the truck the second Caleb let go, and stayed ducked down. I heard the man say, "Can I join you?"

Caleb yelled back, "No, stay there."

The man answered, "Can I just watch then? I would love to watch."

"No, no, we are done here. We are leaving, stay there." Caleb quickly shut my door, protecting me huddled on his seat, and he zipped his shorts and went around, getting into the driver's seat. The man got back into his car, disappointed, and we drove away quickly.

"Holy shit, that was close." I said.

"Who does that?" I asked Caleb as we drove away. "If I drove by and saw what he saw, I would laugh my ass off. But I would never back up and ask if I could join. That's crazy."

"Says the woman who was just getting pounded on the side of the road." Laughed Caleb.

"OK, point taken, but still."

We made it to the marina for dinner, and talked about everything that had happened in the last 24 hours over wine. "What is it about hanging out with you? Even the very first night on the golf cart." Caleb laughed as he sipped his wine.

"Oh, no. I'm blaming you. Some kind of freaky cop aura. Nothing ever happened to me before you."

We traded stories over dinner, talking about friends and exes, and somehow we got to talking about relationships. Caleb said something in passing that caught my attention.

"Wait, hang on. What do you mean you would still first-date in a relationship? What does that even mean?"

"It means that even if I had a girlfriend, I don't see anything wrong with going on a first date with another woman."

"How does that even work? You have a girlfriend, you have agreed not to sleep with other people, but you will still ask someone else on a date? Isn't that cheating on your girlfriend?"

"No," Caleb said. "Because I wouldn't sleep with her on a first date. If we had a first date, and I wanted another date, or if I wanted to sleep with her, I would break it off with my girlfriend at that point, to pursue the other woman."

"But you already pursued her, asked for her number assumingly, called her, asked her out, and then gone out. That is dating. How can you date with a girlfriend but not call it cheating? That doesn't make sense."

"Cause there is no sex. It's only cheating when there is sex with someone else."

"Bullshit. Taking a new woman out on a date, when you have a girlfriend is cheating. Especially when you add in the lying. I'm assuming your girlfriend does not know that you are out on a date."

"No, but there wouldn't be a reason to tell her, unless I wanted a second date. Up until a second date, it is just called keeping your options open."

"Are you being serious? You can't be serious."

"I am totally serious. You never know if the one you are dating is the right one. Is that one over there your soul mate, but you don't meet her because you are seeing someone else? So, you ask her out. Go on a date, and if she isn't better than your girlfriend, you keep your girlfriend."

"Wait," I said, trying to understand. "I can see dating more than one person. There is nothing wrong with dating a few people, as long as everyone knows that no one is exclusive. But once you say, 'I'd like to see you, and only you, can I call you my girlfriend?' that means no more dating others. It's just understood."

"I don't think so. I think as long as you aren't sleeping with both, you are free to keeping looking around."

"What about the reverse? You really like her, she is sleeping with you, calling you her boyfriend, but she is keeping her options open and first-dating other men. Is that OK?"

"Well, I wouldn't like it. I wouldn't want to know about it, but yes, I would understand. As long as she isn't sleeping with anyone else, and breaks it off with me before a second date."

"Wow, I don't know what to say. So you are always, always, always looking around for something better? When do you stop looking?"

"Marriage." He said simply.

"Do you want to marry, eventually?"

"No, not really."

"OK, I've got to ask. Are you only seeing me?"

"Yes, if I am sleeping with someone, it is only that someone. Sex draws a line, I don't sleep with multiple people. I am only seeing you, and I would actually consider you my girlfriend. I have called you such actually."

"OK, have you first-dated anyone since our first date?"

"No, I haven't. I haven't been interested in anyone else."

"But if you met or saw someone you were interested in, you would ask her out? Get her number, talk to her, ask her on a first date, and see if you wanted a second date?"

"Yes, most first dates just tell you that you aren't interested anymore. Then it's over, question answered, I'd know she wasn't for me and would still only want you."

"And you would have no problem with me going out on a 'let's see if I like you better than my boyfriend' first date. That would be OK with you? If someone called me, pursued me, and took me out, as long as it was only once?"

"I would hate it. If I knew it was happening, I would be torn up, but I would want you to check it out. If you were curious about him and intrigued enough to think about him, I'd rather you try it, and see, and know. And come back to me knowing I was the one you wanted, no more wondering."

"Wow. I'd never heard that point of view before."

"I'm just being honest."

"I appreciate that. It is better to be warned ahead of time, I guess. But now, I'd wonder anytime we weren't together, if you were on a first date with someone else."

"Odds are, I wouldn't be. I haven't been interested in anyone else since I met you."

"But you could be, at anytime."

"Well, yeah. I guess. But isn't that the same with anyone?"

"True."

"But this way, you know for sure, that I wouldn't sleep with anyone but you. And if I was interested in anyone else, I mean, really, seriously interested, I would break it off with you before anything major happened."

"Anything major, except for the flirting, thinking, talking, and first date part, you mean. Except for that?"

"Yes, except for that. But that is rare. It is rare to become interested in anyone else if you are truly happy where you are. And I am. Happy. With you."

I wasn't sure if I should be refreshed by his honesty, or appalled at his thinking. What kind of security is that? I'll keep you around until someone better comes along. I guess that is kind of how it works anyway, but unspoken, and without a first date. You date happily, if you find someone else you would rather date, you break up. There really isn't any kind of guaranteed security in any relationship. Ask any woman who has been cheated on, or found herself happily married to a man that comes out of the closet on their 35th anniversary, and leaves her and the kids for his new boyfriend. Nothing is for sure, and nothing is forever. It just hasn't ever been stated this honestly and up front.

So, what am I supposed to do with this information? Well, when it comes down to brass tacks, I guess nothing changes. I'm still protecting my heart, now more than ever. But he is still so much fun. I don't want to end it. I'm not looking for marriage material right now anyway, although I do plan on getting married one day. So, I guess it business as usual.

We went back to his place, and I spent the night sleeping beside him. Sunday carried on, a casual day on his couch, but our conversation continued to nag at me. Always in the back of my head. I put it away until I could mull it over alone, during the week.

CHAPTER 21
AND AGAIN

Driving and thinking, thinking and driving. There are many perks to my job, two of which are the ability to work my own schedule, including Saturdays, and the ability to work completely by myself, in my car. No cubicles, no ringing phones, no dress code, and the ability to devote many hours to my own uninterrupted thoughts.

I thought a lot this week, as I drove. About the weekend I just had, about Caleb, and about what I wanted right now in a relationship. Caleb made two admissions during the dinner at the marina that bothered me. His whole take on dating while in a relationship, and that he really had no interest in getting married.

Both reinforced my resolve to guard my heart, but knowing he could be on a first date at any time and not think anything of it made me rethink dating him for fun altogether. I had my peek inside the after hours world, I knew this relationship wasn't going anywhere, so maybe it was time to let Caleb go. He had fulfilled his purpose, I was no longer recovering from the harshness of the boyfriend before him. I've had weeks of purely erotic, no-strings fun. I knew that someday I did want to marry, and I wouldn't find Mr. Right hanging out naked with Mr. So Very Wrong.

It was with those thoughts in mind that I told Caleb that I would be at the bar Friday night, as usual, but that I wouldn't be meeting him at his house first to ride together. Not quite sure that I was ready to bite my nose off to spite my face, I told him it was because I needed to work on Saturday and couldn't spend the night. Little steps.

Friday night came quickly, and I chose a different corset for the occasion. I stopped by at Caleb's table first, they were sitting close to the door tonight, but he hadn't arrived yet. I said hi to everyone, and said I'd come back around once he got here. I danced with all the Garys and parked myself at Kate's table. "So..." Kate said.

"Have you noticed that no one in here is naked?" I asked her with a grin.

She laughed and asked what I had thought of the other bar.

"It was interesting, to say the least."

"I saw your shadow dancing, very nice. You looked great up there."

"Thanks, that was fun. Do you do that?"

"Yeah, sometimes. It is really fun. Makes me feel like a Bond girl."

"That's what I thought too. How funny."

"Would you go back?" She asked. "Now that you know what to expect?"

"Yeah, I would. I don't think I'd want it to be a weekly thing like you do, but I would go back."

"What did Caleb think?"

"He's a man, what do you think he thought?"

She laughed again, "I bet the sex was hot after you left, huh?"

"Oh yeah, and the next day too. Outside by the lake in this little alcove, but then some guy stopped, backed up, and asked if he could join."

"No way, seriously?"

"Seriously, it was creepy. We couldn't get out of there fast enough."

"Where is Caleb?"

"He's coming, I think. I'm trying to keep a distance. He is fun, but he would be dangerous to fall for."

"Are you in danger of falling?"

"I don't think so, there are plenty of red flags. But during the quiet days, just he and I at his house, after breakfast wrapped up on his couch... I have to remind myself that he's not good in the long run."

"Well be careful."

After a minute I said to her, "It really is a little weird to have everyone be fully dressed. It seems like at least one or two of the dancers should at least be topless. Odd how it changes how you see this bar now."

"Yeah, I think that's why we keep going back. It seems like this place is just missing something now. Some Friday night skin."

"Hey, weren't they...?"

"Yeah, they were at the other bar. They go a lot."

"Is it weird that I know what she looks like in a nightie?"